POEM IN PRAISE OF WALTON. O 



Our hearts and senses too, we see, 

 Rise quickly at thy master hand, 

 And ready to be caught by thee 

 Are lured to virtue willingly. 

 Content and peace, 

 With health and ease, 

 Walk by thy side. At thy command 

 W T e bid adieu to worldly care, 

 And joy in gifts that all may share. 



Gladly, with thee, I pace along, 

 And of sweet fancies dream ; 

 Waiting till some inspired song, 

 Within my memory cherished long, 

 Comes fairer forth, 

 With more of worth ; 

 Because that time upon its stream 

 Feathers and chaff will bear away, 

 But give to gems a brighter ray. 



And though the charming and intellectual 

 author of this poem is not an angler herself, 

 yet I can quote the example of her lovely 

 daughters to vindicate fly fishing from the 

 charge of cruelty, and to prove that the most 

 delicate and refined minds can take pleasure 

 in this innocent amusement. One of these 



